Lu Ziyuan lit two red candles in one breath, turned to glance at her, and then walked to the table, sitting down by himself.
He lightly tapped the table surface with his finger twice before speaking, "I was wrong just now. Whether you believe it or not, I didn't intend to hurt you."
Even as he said this, he found his own words weak, and Xie Wanqing merely sneered sarcastically.
Her lips and tongue were still numb.
To him, perhaps 'no harm' meant not stripping her clothes off and forcing himself upon her.
Lu Ziyuan thought of this as well.
He tugged at the corner of his lips, aggravating the wound she had just bitten open, paused slightly, and said, "In that dream, I was always by your side and knew about many of your misunderstandings about me."
